Rising
North Pole
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When my only path is the light,
I want myself,
My ashes,
To be thrown away.
To be raised by the wind,
Strangers made.
So i may be a way,
To the North Pole.
I may unit by the stars,
Making a generation
That knows dirt,
Is not worth.
Maybe a zodiac,
Maybe a sign,
I will be.
Nations pass,
My loved ones pass,
I will see them,
Near me.
We can make a unit,
To new people.
Breaking the pattern,
The cycle,
We made.
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